His first blow landed as a swat to the fleshy part of her bottom, a light sting that lasted no more than a few seconds, and she immediately arched in a signal for more. The second and third spanks were firmer, causing her skin to heat and prickle, and Rachel shuddered at the erotic contrast of having a warm backside when the rest of her remained cool. Then came the fourth and fifth, harder again, his fingertips catching the sensitive curve where her backside met her thighs, and she whined into her gag.
“That is five, kitten. Have you learned your lesson?”
Her fingers remained resolutely flat. If he stopped now, before the heady sting and prickle of the spanking overpowered the ache between her legs, she would be furious.
“Very well,” he continued. “I shall have to give you the same number again.”
The sixth blow sent a flash of burning pain through her entire body, and a gasp tore from her throat at the resulting throb in her cunt. That had hurt but offered a truly splendid aftermath. Seven and eight were even firmer, each in a slightly different spot, and Rachel’s lower legs kicked up in protest while her eyes watered. The ninth spank had the impact of a fiery brand, hurling her into emotional turmoil as her mind embraced a soothing, peaceful clarity but her bottom writhed at the mistreatment, forcing a half-wail, half-shriek thankfully halted by the gag.
The tenth catapulted her into a different realm. Following Arran’s harsh spank on her burning backside, his big hand rubbed slow circles on the raw, abused flesh. Rachel sobbed at a chaotic sensation of darkness and floating, like a boat adrift in a storm, her mind and body desperately trying to understand what was pain and what was pleasure. And then it was only ecstasy, as the anchor she’d been searching frantically for was his fingers stroking her swollen clitoris and pushing deep inside her dripping cunt. Swirling. Twisting. Teasing a spot so responsive she could only scream and scream into the gag as her orgasm exploded in a burst of light so intense she nearly fainted.
She’d always suspected that a proper spanking might change her. What she hadn’t known was that it would start to heal some of the emptiness inside her, as the hurt and pain of her past she kept locked down deep was at last allowed a safe escape.
The thrill was marvelous. A little frightening.
And thoroughly overwhelming.
So beautiful. So sensual. So submissive.
Arran allowed himself one long moment to admire the exquisite sight of his woman—for indeed, she belonged to him in every way now—across his lap, shaking in the aftermath of a prolonged, intense climax. Her backside glowed as red as the holly berry she’d spoken of, a striking, erotic contrast to her creamy skin and the glistening pink of her cunt, and her inner walls pulsed around his fingers. When she lay still at last, he withdrew them, untied the linen binding from Rachel’s wrists, then leaned forward to tug the cravat from her mouth.
“Arran?” she said, blinking dazedly at him, her face adorably blotchy from her tears of release.
“Up you come, darling,” he replied, as gentle as he could when he felt so damned primitive he wanted to roar. His cock hated him, the agony of fabric constriction and withheld climax making him grit his teeth, but he wanted to hold Rachel more. Soothe and praise and tend to her after she’d submitted to her spanking and orgasmed so beautifully.
Utterly pliant, she allowed him to lift and resettle her, so she sat with her breasts pressed against his chest, one knee either side of his thighs. He removed the gag altogether, tossing the linen onto the floor, before cradling her in his arms and stroking her hair. Then he leaned over to the bedside table and poured a cup of watered wine from the jug for her to drink.
“Mmmm,” she said, gulping the cool beverage greedily.
“How are you feeling? You did well. I’m very pleased.”
“Overwhelmed,” she said shyly, burrowing her face into his neck. “And I won’t be sitting on my bottom for a while. But…um…lighter. Like a weight lifted from my shoulders. Or when you have a wound, and it hurts to clean it, but then afterward it feels so much better. That climax turned me inside out, I swear I saw stars…oh, I’m babbling. Just tell me to hush.”
Arran held Rachel tighter, careful not to touch where he’d spanked her. “You aren’t babbling. Sexual discipline should feel like that…what is the matter?”
She squirmed against him. “Nothing.”
“Tell me. Plainly.”
“I…I wish we were skin to skin,” she mumbled eventually against his shoulder. “But also, I can feel how hard you are, and I would like to um…take you in my mouth. Taste you like you tasted me.”
“Would you now?” he asked mildly, as though he wasn’t ready to claw his trousers off at the erotic request.
Rachel leaned back a little, her eyes wide and earnest. “Please? Teach me what you like. How to pleasure you best.”
His cock surged, and Arran inhaled deeply. “Very well. You may undress me.”
A beaming smile lit up her face, and Rachel scrambled off his lap so she could stand between his legs. First, she removed his shirt, clearly having paid close attention when he’d undressed her, for never had the single button at his throat been unfastened so slowly. Nor had his chest hair been caressed, or his flat nipples scraped so deliberately as she tugged the garment up his torso and over his head.
Wicked, wicked woman.
When she sank to her knees in front of him, breasts bouncing and hips swaying, to take off his boots and stockings, he almost forgot to breathe. Surely there could be nothing in the world as seductive as a woman at ease with her own nakedness, open about her desires, and eager to pleasure and be pleasured.
I want you forever. At my side. In my bed. As my marchioness, my lover and my
